Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ World Collision ❯ Thinking things over ( Chapter 4 )

Jessica Roan's body slumped down into its position on the hard floor. She had earned her place by the way she acted that morning, but she couldn't stop the desire to have a comfortable bed after all that had happened to her that day. Sighing, she lay back with her arms propping her head up behind her. So much happened in so little time, that she felt as if she were trapped in a bad dream. But her mind was already made up; this was real. This was happening to her, whether she wanted it to or not. Rolling over onto her side, she closed her eyes softly as she thought of the fool she had made herself. Because she stood up to the blonde man who had bought her from the slave trader, the little bit of food she did have to eat was taken away from her immediately. As her stomach rumbled loudly, she laid a hand over her face as she exhaled lightly. She feared that things would only get worse now, for what good could come from this? Though she heard of many people who got into bad situations because God wanted to teach them a valuable lesson, she had never heard of anyone leaving their world and transferring to another. Yet, that was probably because they never returned home again.

 

“Oh Lord, what are you doing to me? I don't understand why you'd do this.” She whispered under her breathe as she watched a stray leaf blow across the cold floor. Everything that night was still, as far as she could tell. As she turn over and glanced at the men who slept at the other end of the room; the blonde resting against the wall and the other against a thick wooden pole that went from the ceiling to the floor. Some how, some way, the two were able to sleep peacefully on the same ground she couldn't. As her aching body screamed at her for her soft, warm bed back at home, she lightly hit the back of her head on the floor as she looked up at the ceiling. Was there nothing she could do to help herself in this situation, any at all? It was futile to try escaping from the place. Even if she did get a good mile away from the place, or ran into the village, what would she do then? Surely they would catch up with her then, and she'd get an even worse punishment. So what could she do besides sit and wait?

 

“Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse in my life…” The girl trailed off as her body demanded her to let it rest. “… What did…I do wrong this time?”

 

The young woman's eyes opened in a flash as she heard movement in the room around her. To her it felt as if she'd just fallen asleep seconds ago, when in reality it was hours before. As Jessica rubber her eyes as she sat up, she saw that the sun was just starting to come up over the horizon. What time was it anyhow?

 

“Hey, are you awake?” Deidara said as he approached the girl who sat sleepily on the floor with her legs crossed. Glancing up at him, she slowly nodded her head.

 

“Ya, I'm awake.” She said as she looked at the spot her watch usually was on her wrist. Not that it would help much even if she was wearing it; the time was probably different than her own time zone. Slowly, she then pushed herself to her feet as the two men gathered near the door they had came in throughout. “Are you going somewhere?” She asked as she stepped forward.

 

“We are leaving this place. No sense in sticking around such a boring place any longer than necessary. Come,” her master said as he opened the sliding door. Still as hungry as ever, Jessica tagged along behind them as they walked out of the abandoned home.

 

“Why are we leaving so early?” The girl asked as she walked slowly behind the two.

 

Turning his head to look at the girl, he said,” No need for the villagers to find out that we stopped by after being gone for so long. Now hurry up.”

 

“R-right, Deidara-Sama was it?” She said as she jogged up next to them. As the taller man looked down at her, a smirk formed on his face.

 

“That's right,” he replied as Sasori rolled his eyes. “Guess you can have your breakfast now, Jessica.” He said stopping as he hit the side of the tree beside them. Suddenly, an apple dropped and hit the ground. Usually, when that sort of luck struck, she should have had a face of amazement and surprise. She was surprised alright, surprised when its rotten flesh flew everywhere when it hit the ground. The man standing before her then stared at it for a moment before looking up at the girl's face that said, `there's no way I'd ever eat that'.

 

“That must have been up there since fall.” Sasori stated as he looked at the pathetic fruit whose guts were splattered against the dirt.

 

The blonde then sighed as he shrugged his shoulders and started to walk again. “Well I guess I'll have to get Omae something else to eat.”

 

A strange expression came across the girl's face as she heard his words. “Omae?” she asked with a frown. “What does that mean?”

 

Her question was never answered, for the two men continued to walk as she stared at them. Sighing, she took one last look at the dead fruit with a disgusted look on her face as she caught up with them again.

 

“Well at least you saved me from stomach problems later besides the fact that I'd puke every time my tongue would touch that thing, Jesus. Though I'd really like some food now, really, I'm starving here!”

 

 

About an hour had passed, and her prayer had been answered. It seemed as though the two men wanted to avoid the village as much as possible. When they had gone into the village, which was still half asleep, they stopped at a small shop. Jessica, who was told to sit down at the wooden table, sat there patiently as the cold eyes of her master's partner stared at her the whole time as Deidara bought the food. Soon enough he came and joined them there where he leaned back against the wall with his chair as he broke his chopsticks and began to pick at his rice. The girl then stared down at the delicious looking food, wondering if they'd actually give her a fair proportion.

 

“Here,” the blonde said as he pushed a bowl of soup towards her with his wooden utensils. “Just don't complain and you can eat the whole thing.”

 

The girl's eyes widened a great deal as she stared down at the soup. It was simple, made of some sort of meat, noodles, and broth, but it worked. Taking the spare set of chopsticks in her right hand, she was about to dig in when she thought about the habit her parents had taught her to do all of her life. Since when did she not give a prayer of thanks before each meal? They were lucky for the food they got, and it was a miracle that they always had something to eat when it came time to eat. This moment wasn't any different than the others in her life. Why should she ignore God, be rude, and just eat the food he provided without even thanking him?

 

Without thinking about the others around her, she bowed her head slightly as she held her chopsticks between her now folded hands. Quietly, she murmured a prayer of thanks.

 

“Dear Lord, thank you for this food you've provided, and thank you that you've protected me. Amen,” she stated as she opened her eyes again, ready to eat the food her body had needed for hours.

 

The soup was delicious indeed, or at least it did to her. It didn't really matter much, but the warmth that slid down her dry throat made a slight smile appear on her face. As she twirled the noodles with the sticks rather oddly, for she rarely used chop sticks, she slurped it until they disappeared into the abyss of her mouth. She didn't think anything could make her less happy in that moment. That was, until one of the two men who she had suddenly forgotten about made a comment.

 

“Didn't think the girl was the religious type,” stated Sasori as the girl lifted her head from the bowl. There, her gaze met with the blank stare of the cold man, and the odd look given to her by her new master.

“It's a relationship, not a religion. There is a difference,” she stated as she pointed her chopsticks at the man.

 

“Why should care about that?” He replied as she continued to eat her meat without another word. She doubted that if she tried explaining it out a billion times, that they'd probably still view it the same way; there was no use trying. Whether they ever would or not, didn't really matter to her at that moment. She had food; warm, good tasting food! She was content at that moment, and for that she was thankful.